Shades of red

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Shades of red

In shadows behind masks

we are all broken,

just empty flasks, and words that go unspoken.

Ears that never hear and

eyes that never open.

I wished just once, that we could see each other

I guess I got my wish,

you're rage is in color. 

We are harps that never play the song

they were meant to sound

but that wont stop the world

from turning around.

You told me of all the glory, in the gold and brilliant hues

I wanted to know as well, 

what so inspired you

I wanted to see if you meant what you said

I'm just sorry my proof was a million shades of red. 

Fading dust

the color of our lives

broken trust

and sweet, sweet lies

day by day

in black and white

until lighting stuck and thunder sounded

the stone has been shaken where we were founded

disaster is in color and suddenly I see

how fragile those lives were how much they meant to me

we never knew what we had until it was lost

now that it is gone its of infinite cost

I wanted to see color before I was dead

I'm just sorry it had to be

a million shades of red

an empty canvas

I always knew could shine

wishing someday to see it brought to life

but beauty doesn't come from

a world that doesn't care

her hands reaching toward heaven

her foot in the devil's snare

until every thing was lost

I didn't know that it was there

The war was in color and suddenly I know

what master piece will be painted

on the canvas white as snow

It will a mural of brother against brother

because while the world is monochrome

the war was in color

I wanted to see a work of art that could bring tears to flow into rivers and floods

I'm just  sorry it had to be painted in blood

In shadows behind masks

we are all broken,

just empty flasks, and words that go unspoken.

Ears that never hear and

eyes that never open.

I wished just once, that we could see each other

I guess I got my wish,

That war was in color. 

I wanted to be remembered but how can they forget?

What I started that September, I know I haven't yet.

I know what they see when they look my way,

not a whole new color just a different shade.

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